When he came, it was quiet.
No announcement. Just the deep, involuntary press of his hips forward, seating himself completely inside her, his hands pulling her down against him, his exhale long and controlled against the top of her wet head.
She felt it.
The thick, slow throb of his release firing inside her, the hot pulse of it filling her cunt in the cold water, wave after wave of liquid heat spreading through her packed walls.
She made a sound against his chest that had nothing left in it except complete and total surrender.
'His,' her mind said simply. Clearly. Without fighting it this time.
'His.'
They stood in the pool for a long time after.
Her legs eventually slid from his waist, her feet finding the soft silt bottom, the water at her ribs. She didn't move away from him. Neither did he. His cock softened inside her gradually and slipped free with a small, quiet sensation, and she felt his release begin to drift into the cold current around them.
